A childlike light flashed in the eyes of the Scarlet Leopard: "Haha! Then just get everyone together and give Ashin a super lively banquet!"
"I'm afraid it won't work!" The cat beauty thought: "Because we are both of the cat family, the relationship between our cats and the leopards is still very friendly. But the relationship between the other sub-human races...you should also know How bad it is."
"Yeah!" The Scar Leopard twisted his neck: "I really don't deal with it very much!"
The cat beauty sighed, "It's just that everyone is afraid of angering the Lord, so they have always checked and balanced each other's forces, maintaining a superficial harmony that will not easily provoke a war. If they are brought together..." she glanced. Glancing at the scarlet arena floor below the window: "I'm afraid that scene... is much more terrifying than here!"
The scared leopard man held his shoulders: "The big deal is after we Leopard people have invited Asin, you cat people will ask him again!"
The cat beauty shook her head and said, "I think the leopard race should not do this too!"
Scared Pantherman grabbed his chin and asked, "Why?"
The cat beauty spread her hands: "The Leopard patriarch personally entertained a foreign human guest. If such a big movement is really made, it will attract the attention of the whole ghost black market, and it will definitely be alarmed to the Lord by then!" she said. The slit pupils stared at the Scarred Leopard: "You don't want the Lord to know that Ashin killed the Pella family?"
Scared Leopard looked at the cat beauty in surprise: "Oh, big girl? I really don't see that you are still a savvy girl?" He said quizzically, "but don't worry, we have already thought of a way about this. !"
The cat beauty shook her ears: "Oh? What can I do?"
Scared Leopard said triumphantly: "Just say that our Leopard race are sick!"
The cat beauty opened her mouth and said in disbelief: "This...this is your way?" She held her forehead disappointedly: "Is this even a one-year-old kitten? The ways these tabby cats who only know about fighting have come up with are hopeful..."
"Hehehehe..." Scared Leopard said secretly: "You don't know this, right?"
The cat beauty squinted at the scar and the leopard asked: "What do you know?"
Scared Panther asked triumphantly: "Except for the vampire patriarch who is here today as the emcee of ceremonies, have you seen any vampires in the ghost black market since two days ago?"
The cat beauty was surprised: "Ah! I'm still wondering, these guys usually seduce virgins all over the street, why don't you see a single figure these days? Is there something wrong with the vampires?"
The Scarab Leopard lowered his voice and said, "I heard a very reliable news yesterday: The vampires are all sick suddenly! A total of 420,000 members of the tribe are all suffering from a strange disease!" He made it. Helpless action: "You know, these guys often take girls to the hotels of the Leopard people. So if the Leopard people are infected, it's not surprising that they have the same strange disease as them?"
"It's still not right, but do whatever you like!"
The Cat Beauty didn’t say this to her lips, and focused her attention on something more suspicious: "The whole family of vampires are sick?! This is absolutely terrifyingly super big! Vampires are born with a hundred. A physique that is not poisonous, afraid of anything except magic silver and holy water, how could all of them fall ill at once?" She couldn't hear the noise of the scarred leopard beside her, and fell into suspicious contemplation: "Yeah. …There is definitely something strange in this..."
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The fighting skill square has been cleared, and in the old VIP room, the ruler of the ghost black market stood silently in front of the French windows.
"Incompetent chickens, ducks, geese...Since there is no way to add luster to the Jinlunbao business battle, at least use your last remaining things to contribute to my Duclaw!" Duclaw looked at the corpse's fighting skills happily. In the field, his expression suddenly became very deep and hideous, and he sucked at Dou Ji Square with a frightening expression of hunger.
With the terrible action of the one claw, the souls of the golden wheel fighters floating in the arena were all screaming and being sucked into the abdomen by him!
After sucking the soul with one claw, he closed his eyes with satisfaction: "Hey, it's good to eat some fresh food occasionally!"
There was a strange look on Monoscaly's low face, and he curled his mouth and said, "Hey, don't always eat these indigestible strange things when you are old!"
The single claw smacked his lips and said comfortably: "The little kid knows something, this is a great supplement!" He raised his voice and said to the person standing outside the door: "Frederick, come in!"
The door of the VIP room did not move at all, but a misty red shadow penetrated into the narrow gap of the door, and then gradually condensed into the figure of the vampire emcee behind the one-claw father and son.
The vampire known as Frederick knelt on one knee and said with a vampire's characteristic cold voice: "Master, young master. The preliminary rounds are over. There will be a total of 400 Golden Wheel fighters entering the group. The arena. Sixty-four Golden Wheel fighters have been executed by the werewolf army because of their private feuds off the court! In addition, within 20 minutes of the preliminary round, the business situation of the ghost black market is OK. It is said to be an unprecedented grand occasion, and the overall profit is more than 375 times the usual!"
Duclaw is quite satisfied with the result, his eyes are fierce and domineering: "So during this period, are there anyone with dishonest hands and feet?"
Frederick nodded: "Fraud and grabbing have indeed soared during this time, mostly concentrated in the gambling games of the major dealers. But please rest assured, the master! The subordinates have already..." His proud face was distorted: "The cat people have been entrusted to investigate it!"
Duclaw looked at Frederick with a scrutinizing gaze. He walked over and patted Frederick on the shoulder: "It's really hard for you to be a vampire patriarch! How are you feeling physically now?"
Frederick lowered his head: "Thank the Lord for your concern, the subordinates can stand it!"
Duclaw sighed: "What do you want me to say about you? I am embarrassed!" He asked a little anxiously: "Really all sick? Nothing left, all sick?"
Frederick nodded his head gravely: "Except for his subordinates and the 13 more powerful elders, the rest of the clansmen have all become weak and weak, and some of the weaker clansmen have directly entered a state of sleep!"
"Is it so serious?!" Dulin said with a stern look: "Father, vampires are equivalent to 70% of the strongest combat power of our ghosts and ghosts! They all suddenly fell ill at this moment..." His sharp eyes flashed: "Could it be that" Someone wants to be unfavorable to our gods and ghosts on the black market, so they secretly attack our brachial stocks?!
Frederick shook his head: "Young Master, if someone really wants to be detrimental to the black market of ghosts and ghosts, they should also gradually invade secretly, until the time is right, they will make a high-profile attack, and they will definitely not make a sudden move that will directly alarm the Lord so innocent. The behavior. So the subordinates believe that this time the incident is only aimed at our vampire family!"
"Oh...that's the case. Uncle Frederick is worthy of being the leader of the family, and his knowledge and strategy are much better than mine!" Dulin asked Frederick strangely: "Uncle Frederick, I know that your vampires have a lot of poison. A non-invasive physique, but is it possible that someone has cursed you with witchcraft or something?"
Frederick shook his head and denied: "The spell cast down all 420,000 vampires? The subordinates don't think anyone in the world can have such power! Moreover, if it is that kind of method, there must be traces to follow, but the subordinates I didn’t find any traces of magic spells. But..." He showed a look of uncertainty: "The subordinates did feel very powerful energy fluctuations, not so much magic spells or the like, but rather a kind of 'radiation'!"
Duclaw suddenly condensed his eyes: "Radiation? It must be magic silver!"
"Yes, magic silver!" Frederick showed metallic fangs: "And that piece of magic silver must be very large!"
Dulin frowned and said: "Demon silver? We also have a lot of magic silver transactions and collections in the gods and ghosts black market. Haven't we seen such a situation where the whole family has fallen into sleep?"
Frederick shrugged: "Young Master, if you have ever observed us, we will know: Whenever there is a transaction of magic silver, we vampires will always stay away."
"Then..." Dulin thought hard: "Did someone hide a lot of magic silver in the Vampire Autonomous Region? That's why all your people fell?"
Frederick looked at Monoscale: "As for the magic silver, you don’t know anything about the young master. This rare and rare artifact possesses this characteristic. That is: the power emanating from the magic silver and the volume of the magic silver itself. There is a close relationship. The larger the size of the magic silver, the power it emits will show a geometric multiple growth! For example, a drop of magic silver the size of blood, if the value 1 is used to represent its coercive magic power on our vampires . Then a piece of magic silver the size of a tooth... is 500!" His ruby-like pupils shrank into a narrow slit: "Moreover, about the young master’s speculation, his subordinates have searched closely, and nothing has been found in the autonomous region of vampires. Magic silver, so..."
Dulin was shocked: "Uncle Frederick! What you meant was...the magic silver that caused your clan to fall...actually there is only one piece?! One piece..." His face was as ugly as he was hit by a hammer: "A piece of magic silver that can... radiate enough to cover the entire black market of gods and ghosts and cause all four hundred and twenty thousand vampires to fall?!"
Duclaw pondered for a while, and asked: "Frederick, you are a vampire and are more sensitive to demonic silver. Tell me, how big is that piece of demonic silver...?"
Frederick closed his eyes and thought for a while, and then said very heavily: "If his subordinates describe it, that piece of magic silver...it should be the size of a coffin!" (End of this chapter)